She didn't expect that Jolthar would really kiss her, not even showing a hint of fear in front of a deity. But she didn't get angry because, in a way, she was starting to like this young man. She had been absorbing him for quite a while and she had developed a profound interest in him, which made her give in to the desire right now pulsing between them.
She kissed him back with a desperation that shocked her, lips parting wider, tongue meeting his in a slow, sensual duel that made her knees weaken. Her hips rolled once, instinctively, seeking more of that hard pressure against her.
The movement drew a low growl from deep in his chest, and the sound vibrated straight through her core. Her divine power, usually so steady and contained, surged in erratic pulses. Golden light flickered faintly beneath her skin.
The air around them warmed. A soft wind stirred the deck, carrying the scent of smoldering cedar and something sweeter—her own rising arousal.
She was losing herself.
